No Place Like Home-F

If one could tour my place of birth, They would notice a place where time stood still. Then, they would see a place of humble SIMPLICITY. If one could spend one night in the house where I was born; No hot water or bathroom, but cold night visits to the outhouse. Then, they would be more grateful, and acquire a taste for more HUMILITY. If one could roam the village where I grew up; A place where lightning bugs enjoyed the nights. Then, they would walk on dusty grounds of STABILITY. If one could only observe where I had to play, They would see no parks or play grounds for the poor. Then, they would pause and share in their kids’ ACTIVITY. If one could hear the soothing sounds that I heard by day and by night; The melody of crickets late at night, and the harmony of roosters crowing early mornings; Then, they would experience far less stress, and have a chance with LONGEVITY. If one could get to know the neighbors I knew, The dear people I honored, trusted, and respected; Then, they would understand the true meaning of CIVILITY. If one could care nearly as much as they; People who took the time to love and share. Then, they too would love with all their ABILITY. 04232007PS